Sunday, May 31, 2015

During the life of our nation more than half a million
Americans have died in the conduct of war throughout the world. We remember all
those who have died in the defense of freedom wherever those conflicts arise. We
give thanks for brave soldiers, sanctified by their willingness to die for
us—not themselves.

Christ calls us to be sanctified—made perfect, good,
hallowed, blessed, pure, and holy. If we live according to the power of the
Spirit we are led to a life as children of God, turning away from the deeds of
the body—human weakness. While not themselves
sinful, by following these actions we allow sin to control and have domination
over us and turn us away from God’s desire for our lives.

If we live according to the flesh we die. For to live for those things that are temporary,
transitory, or “of this world”, we ignore God and indulge in those things which
please ourselves without thinking of others. And if we please ourselves and not others—we
displease God. Brave Christians are sanctified by Christ by living a pure life
without selfishness but with regard for others before themselves.

As we struggle in these present times to do for others rather
than doing for ourselves, we experience the tension felt between today's
suffering and tomorrow’s hope of Eternal life in the world to come with God.

Sunday, May 24, 2015

I know if it has happened to me, it has happened to a lot of you. On this Sunday morning you arrive at church at a different time. There are more cars than you expect, and fewer parking places. As you walk to the church, you notice many more people wearing suits and jackets than you expect. And there are more strangers than you expect—and there are young people with flowers or corsages on their dresses. Maybe there are little babies. Then it hits you. Today there are going to be baptisms! Worse, this is confirmation Sunday and you expect the Bishop will be here.

It is enough to ruin your whole day. You expect that your pew will be taken by one of the many strangers at church. You expect not to be able to see very well and you expect that the sound system will probably be on the blink and you will not be able to hear either. And you expect the sermon to be long and boring, or short and uninspiring—does it matter? You expect the babies will cry as they are baptized—and you know none of the confirmands.

But today your expectations will not stop there. These young people have completed their study and training and are going to stand before the Bishop, the congregation, and God, and proclaim their faith in Jesus Christ. What is so special about these young people is this ... we know them! They are ours. They are dear and special to us all. And they have chosen to be Baptized or confirmed—standing against the tide of popular culture and living their faith for all of us to see. Thanks be to God!

Sunday, May 17, 2015

I
don’t remember the circumstances exactly, but my cousin Jim and I were being
allowed to walk to the theater, at night, to see the new Bond movie, Thunderball. It was not far from my house to the town
square where the movie house was located, but I imagine our relative’s tongues
were wagging over the prospects of these two boys being let loose on the town
at night by my “free range” mother. I
always appreciate thinking of the amount of rope I was given by my mom and I
don’t remember taking advantage of her leniency—very often.

“Of
course we could walk to the movies on a weekday night, without getting into
trouble,” I had argued. After all, we
had done it often enough on Saturday mornings—in the broad daylight. If we had gotten into trouble though, there
would be no one to lean on for help.
Only our wits and our legs to get us home.

Jesus
said, “I am no longer in the world, but they are in the world, and I am coming
to you. Holy Father, protect them in your name.” Once before Jesus told the
disciples that He was going ahead of them to prepare a place for them. That was when Thomas protested that they
would never find Jesus where He was going.

Thomas
said, “How can we know the way? We don’t know where you are going.” But Jesus
told them, “I am the way, the truth, and the light.”

I
imagine the disciples were afraid of what they heard once again—Jesus was
leaving. He would no longer be their
protecting force. They knew that
protection was necessary. They had seen
what happened to Jesus at the hands of the Romans. They were right to be
fearful. The world could be a place to be feared and now they faced a dark and
scary world without Jesus—only under the protection of God. How would this all turn out?

Sunday, May 10, 2015

As a young boy my favorite sport was baseball and my town’s
baseball leagues were set up just like the professional. We had Little League, for the boys to learn
the game and practice their skills. And
we had Babe Ruth League—where the better, older players, went on to play at a
higher level. The transition from one to the other took place through the
draft—the selection process by which coaches picked the players for the upper
division teams and Little League player graduated to the “Big Leagues.”

Draft day was important.
If you were drafted by a big league coach, it was confirmation that you
had skills. The Babe Ruth games were
watched and followed by everyone in town.
The newspaper covered the games.
Box scores were published each evening. It was a big deal in a small
town. It preceded fame and glory. Next
stop, High School baseball and just maybe a professional scout would see you
and . . Well, you can see where this is going in the mind of an adolescent boy
in small town Indiana.

But being chosen for a major league team in the Babe Ruth
league meant that desire and rough skill were no longer enough to perform well
for your team. As a pitcher, I knew that I needed to work hard in order to
pitch against the bigger, older boys and be successful. Being drafted—my goal
as a Little Leaguer—was just the start. You could not take anything for
granted. In my first Major League game I threw my best stuff at an average
opponent—and they hit my pitches all over the park. My curve ball didn't curve enough, my fast
ball was only average fast, and my slider hung and found the center of every
bat that swung at it. I was obviously
poorly suited for this league.

My coach knew I was despondent and after my first game he
told me, “You had a rough outing, but you have the talent to play on this
team—you have the skill—just get serious and work to improve. Remember, in the
draft, I chose you, now you need to get with the plan and choose me.”

On a much bigger and more important level, God chose
you. Now we need to step up our game and
choose Him.

Sunday, May 3, 2015

In a one-hour episode, Game of Thrones can touch on many interesting
legal issues. For instance, when the government's dragons snatch and charbroil
your flock of goats, you can recover damages under the common law theory of "trover”, an
action to recover the value of goods wrongfully converted to another's own use.

Queen Mhysa isn't being nice, she just has a competent
understanding of tort law. And she holds the whip.

Of far more importance to medieval justice is the idea of
"trial by combat." Apparently, any accused person can claim this
"right," and have a champion fight on their behalf to determine their
guilt or innocence.

Think Coca—Cola and Pepsi duking it out with proxy champions
in the Octagon rather than with lawyers in $1,500 suits in the courtroom.

Jesus is always more able and ready to represent us in trial
by combat because we would never be able to overcome the challenges of the
enemy on our own. Our Good Shepherd stands tall against all comers in the
battle between good and evil. Our Champion has been anointed for battle through
his death, resurrection, and ascension, thereby assuring us of a heaven here
and now, and eternal life in the days to come.